#faramir oneshot

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A Losing Battle | Faramir x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Hello! Can I request male reader with really bad separation anxiety x faramir with prompt "Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll still be here" ? ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Faramir will be married one day, but that doesn't stop you from constantly worrying about him.

: ̗̀➛ brief mentions of injury/fighting

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Faramir frowned when he noticed that your horse was tethered beside his, as he had explicitly told you to stay with his men when he had left; that horse would not allow any other rider in its saddle, and it vexed him to think of what possible reason you could have for showing up at the camp.

Of course, he understood that you tended to worry and panic a lot when he was gone for more than two minutes; he knew that you liked to be within his vicinity as often as you could be, and that you would sometimes find it overwhelming to be without him.

But he didn’t want you to get hurt, either; he needed you to stay back so that he could deal with the task at hand and make it back to you without needing to try desperately to keep you safe at the same time.

He tried not to think anything of it as he approached where he had been sleeping, but when he saw a rather large lump beneath his blanket, he knew that there could only be one person in the entirety of Middle Earth who would do such a thing.

Faramir didn’t mind, though, not really; when he got down on one knee beside you and gently shook you awake, he realised that he didn’t particularly feel angry for you at disobeying him, and nor did he feel particularly disappointed to find you beneath his blankets.

If anything he was relieved to know that you were still alive and that you had made it there in one piece; it made him smile when you snuggled into his blanket, taking in his scent for a moment.

Faramir knew you well enough to know that you weren’t so easily woken, and it was likely that you had fallen asleep after trying to stay up waiting for him to get back.

Perhaps any other day, he would have felt guilty for making you stir, but tonight, he just wanted to lie down beside you and know that you were there in his arms. Safe and protected, as always. 

It did take him quite a while to wake you, but when you looked up at him with your face half covered by the blanket and your eyes still blurry from sleep, he couldn’t help but to smile and to take it in for a moment.

“I do apologise for disturbing you, but erm, you do happen to be in my bed.”

“‘M always in your bed,” you muttered softly, struggling to sit upright but getting there eventually. “I’m really sorry, Faramir, I know you said to stay put and to wait until you got back, but I started thinking about, y’know, everything and I started worrying if you would be alright, and-”

“I understand,” Faramir whispered kindly. “I know that you tend to think too much for your own good. I will not shame you for that, ever.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your knees as you rested your chin on them and hummed. “Thank you…”

“Of course,” he whispered. “If you’re to be my husband one day… well, you know the rest of it. And Boromir was always the better speaker between us, anyway.”

You laughed softly, nodding as you beckoned him to sit beside you, which he did so gladfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “One day I will be your husband, and you will have to put up with me at your side constantly - regardless if you order me to or not.”

Faramir grinned as he licked his lips, nodding slowly. “Is that not exactly what happened tonight?”

“Well, either way,” you shrugged. “How do you feel, anyway? I heard from some of your boys that it was pretty brutal out there.”

He nodded, clearing his throat. “We all managed to do fairly well - a few of the men were injured but thankfully nothing major.”

Immediately, you switched to sitting between his legs, your hands wandering his body to check for any piercing in his armour. “And wha-”

“I am fine,” Faramir said calmly, taking your wrists in his hands and holding them close to his chest as he shook his head. “I did not suffer so much as a blow from a shield.” 

You nodded slowly, splaying your fingers out across the taught leather breastplate as you swallowed thickly and licked your lips. “Not even a bruise?”

He shook his head, putting his hands over yours. “Not even a bruise.”

“Alright,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. “Just as long as you promise you aren’t hurt.”

“I’m not,” he told you softly. “I promise you, I am not hurt… although, I am a little hurt that you would try and steal my blanket from me on such a cold night.”

You smiled, shrugging as you tilted your head to the side for a moment. “Well, maybe, if you’re so cold, we could share?”

“I think that would be a good plan,” he admitted, waiting for you to get comfortable before he took his breastplate off and laid down beside you. “You know, you can just close your eyes and go to sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

You nodded as you snuggled into him, trying to squirm as close as you possibly could. “You promise?”

Slowly, Faramir threw his leg over you to keep you against him, and he was quick to let his arms welcome you tightly the second he could. “I always promise. Believe me, you will soon enough get sick of me.”

You laughed softly, tiredly as you pulled up the blanket so that it sat around you both, although you could feel the cold breeze against the backs of your legs. “I doubt that could ever happen, really.”

Faramir wanted to laugh, although the way you were pressed against him and the feeling of your soft breath against him was all too difficult to ignore, and he soon found himself fighting against the urge to sleep; he waited, though, only daring to admit defeat when he felt you go limp in his arms as your breathing became all too steady.

With a smile on his face, Faramir allowed himself to lose that battle. 

[live-laugh-legolas]

Masterlist

My rules are just to please be kind and patient

Requests are OPEN

I write for the fellowship and occasionally other ME characters

I’m really just doing headcanon type posts for now because I find them easier to write and I’m new to this

I will try to get to every request but it may take a while. I don’t want to post anything that I feel is total shit on my part so I may not end up answering everything. I feel bad about that but also I’m just doing this for fun and don’t want to pressure myself into writing anything I won’t enjoy

Not sure if I’m comfortable writing NSFW so if you request something I’ll probably not get to it for awhile if at all

Also please ignore the fact that this masterlist is kinda ugly. It looks better depending on what device you use. I’ll work on it…maybe

Group Headcanons:

The Fellowship x quiet!reader

You have a dragon companion

The Fellowship as your BFF

Their favorite candy

Love languages

Music preference

When they are sick

You lose your glasses

Coming out as trans/non-binary

Their hobbies

x adhd!reader

Older brother

Favorite video games

They get a puppy

x winged!reader

Around their crush

When you get hurt

They propose

x reader w/anxiety

What they do for your birthday

Given the silent treatment

x scarlet witch!reader

Dancing on tables

Cuddling

x musician!reader

Can they cook?

Their fears

When you get drunk

x depressed!reader

Favorite fall activities

Their favorite article of clothing

Their favorite shows

Spice tolerance

How clean are they?

How they handle nightmares

Their sense of humor

Horror movies

Eating non-edible items

Pumpkin carving

Surprise kiss on the cheek

Their sleeping habits

Pottery painting

Coffee shop au

At Disney World

——————Aragorn——————

Strong reader

——————Legolas——————

Nose bleeds

Legolas headcanons

——————Boromir——————

Strong reader

Boromir headcanons

———————Frodo———————

Picnic date w/ Frodo

Frodo x mermaid!reader

Shenanigans w/ the hobbits

——————Samwise——————

Shenanigans w/ the hobbits

———————Merry———————

Merry x human!reader

Shenanigans w/ the hobbits

———————Pippin———————

Pippin x hobbit!reader

Pippin headcanons

His “type”

Shenanigans w/ the hobbits

——————Faramir——————

When they are sick

Coming out as trans/non-binary

Their hobbies

x adhd!reader

They propose

Eating non-edible items

——————Thranduil——————

Around their crush

———————Arwen———————

They propose

Oneshots:

The Weight of Moria (Gimli x Legolas)

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Creator Highlight #1 - @popjunkie42

Welcome to our Feysand Creator Highlights! We want to take a moment to recognize some of the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!

To start off, we wanted to highlight @popjunkie42, an author who has shared such a wonderful collection of feysand fics, poems, headcannons, and comissioned pieces with us!

Thank you for sharing your talent with us, as well as being such an amazing source of love and positivity! You never miss a chance to uplift other creators, so we wanted to take this chance to uplift you!

Below are some of our favorite popjunkie feysand creations, and you can find more on their masterlist.

Hate Me Instead - Rhysand and Feyre both struggle with her first visit to the Night Court in this alternative version to early events in ACOMAF. What if Rhysand had stuck around for more for lessons and both of them were making rather poor decisions?

Eureka - aka the one where Rhys wears glasses. A wonderful oneshot that should be paired like fine wine with this comissioned piece

Blossoming In Winter - A Court of Thorns and Roses AU set during the first Hybern war, inspired by the story of Faramir and Eowyn in Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.

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Knees - Boromir X Fem!Reader

Oneshot, word count: 3,167 Summary: You've tried to keep your feelings for Gondor's favored captain a secret, and done a damn good job. Until now. Warnings: angst, fluff, heavy steam, implied oral sex A/n: the poem in this oneshot borrows heavily from the lyrics of 'Old Gods' by Emily Scott Robinson (highly recommend her music if you enjoy Nanci Griffith, James Taylor, or Joni Mitchell)

Boromir could feel the beginnings of a headache pulsing at his temples. The din of the crowd milling around the Tower Hall was grating on his last nerve. His father had insisted on an extravagant banquet to celebrate his recent successes as the High Warden of the White Tower, but Boromir would have preferred to rest and spend the evening strolling through the streets of Gondor unbothered. Eager to get away from the crowd, Boromir strode out of the busy throne room onto the south facing balcony.

The night air was warm and smelled of jasmine. Boromir took a deep inhale, leaning his hands on the rail of the balcony and gazing out over the Pelennor Fields, the expanse of grassland that stretched out from Minas Tirith’s feet towards the banks of the Anduin. Boromir strained his eyes against the dim twilight; he thought he could make out the parapets of Osgiliath, Gondor’s first capital, now little more than a ruined river crossing. Faramir was there, as commander of the city’s garrison. Boromir had ordered his brother to oversee repairs to the old city to prepare for the coming battle. Beyond the dark smudge of Osgiliath’s long-vacant towers, an ominous blackness loomed over the land of Mordor. His thoughts turned bleak as he wondered what was stirring behind the mountains in that black land. Scouts reports had confirmed that orcs were-

Boromir jumped at the tinny clang of something metal hitting the stone floor in a darkened corner of the balcony. Instinctually, Boromir’s right hand grasped at the hilt of his sword and unsheathed it in barely more than a breath. He crouched into a warrior’s pose, his sword held out in front of him and his features steely as he looked for the source of the noise.

The quickness of his movements startled you almost as much as your clumsiness had startled him. You were glad for the darkness as you felt your face flush with embarrassment at your discovery. You hadn’t expected the High Captain of Gondor to skip out on his own banquet; in fact, you’d been counting on having the balcony all to yourself, so you’d be able to write in peace. There certainly wouldn’t be anymore of that, now that the small candelabra you’d been using for light was in two pieces on the stone floor. 

You leapt to your feet, muttering apologies and trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest. You’d never been so close to Boromir before, and certainly not alone in the dark. Your mouth went dry at the realization. 

As one of the Steward’s personal scribes, you’d spent most of your life in the Tower Hall of Minas Tirith. On occasion, your work brought you into close contact with both of Denethor’s sons. Faramir was something of a friend to you, despite the difference in your stations. You both shared a love of the written word and his quiet temperament mirrored yours, making you fast friends. But it was Faramir’s older brother, the handsome and lordly High Warden, that made you go weak in the knees. It had been that way since you’d been old enough to notice such things.

You’d always admired him from a distance and kept your desires to yourself, confiding your feelings only in the pages of your journals. Nothing would come of your infatuation, you knew; Boromir was next in line for the Steward’s role, which was the closest thing Gondor had to a king. His title required him to wed someone of noble birth, and you knew his father would have nothing but the best for his favorite son. While your family was not poor and your duties as a scribe were a great source of pride to them, you did not have the aristocratic heritage needed to be a worthy match for the High Warden. And even if you did, he’s never looked twice at you, a harsh inner voice reminded you, causing your fragile heart to crumple at the reminder.

“Forgive me, my lord, I didn’t wish to disturb you.” Your voice sounded small and pathetic, and you felt your cheeks blaze with renewed embarrassment. 

Boromir relaxed at the sound of your voice, dropping his sword and chuckling softly. 

“You shouldn’t make a habit of startling armed men, you know,” Boromir chided you gently as he bent to pick up the fragments of the broken candelabra at your feet. He was so close that you could see the seams on his blue brocade tunic. When he stood, the candelabra in his hands, he stood almost a half foot taller than you. If you’d been bold enough to hold his gaze, you would have been forced to incline your chin up at him. But you kept your eyes fixed intently on the gray stone floor, hoping he couldn’t hear the erratic thudding of your heart in your chest. He was so close you swore you could feel the faint tickle of his breath on your temple. Your skin erupted in flames where his breath danced over it.

“I’ll make a note of that, my Lord,” you stammered in reply, barely able to keep your voice from breaking. 

“Please, Y/N, how long have you known me? Dispense with the ‘my Lord’ nonsense, I beg you. I’ve heard enough of that tonight.” The sound of your name in his voice sent a thrill running up your spine. You hadn’t realized that Boromir knew you apart from the dozens of other faces he saw on a daily basis around the halls of the Steward’s quarters. That fact, coupled with the High Warden’s closeness, scattered your thoughts like marbles on a smooth floor until you didn’t trust yourself not to press yourself against him, twine your fingers in his hair, press your lips to his, run your hands along the planes of his stomach, pant his name until you were breathless, grab his-

You audibly let out a small, breathless gasp as you tore yourself away and bid your feet to run. You knew that if you stayed that close to him for one more second you would do something irreparable and shameful. All you heard as you left, practically sprinting away into the relative safety of the well-lit throne room, was the blood pounding in your head. It drowned out the sound of the night breeze, the sounds of the party, and the sound of Boromir calling after you…

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Boromir watched as y/n scurried away like a frightened animal into the banquet room once again. He must have misread the signals, must have misinterpreted the tension in the air between them. Boromir wasn’t used to being rebuffed in his advances; most people were swayed by his easy charm, his skill with a sword, and his title at the very least. But y/n seemed immune to him, always preferring the quiet company of Faramir. Feeling frustrated and embarrassed, he called out after y/n, but his voice was swallowed up by the sounds of merriment in the throne room. 

“You damn fool,” Boromir cursed to himself as he ran a regretful hand through his hair. He tossed away the broken pieces of y/n’s candelabra, anger at his misstep boiling in his chest as he made to stride off. It was then that he saw it, resting precariously on the balcony’s railing. A small, leather-bound journal. 

Boromir hadn’t noticed it earlier, although he recognized it instantly. Y/n always carried such a journal. Aside from Faramir, it was y/n’s most steadfast companion. 

Boromir froze, eyeing the diary, a conflict raging within him. He knew that whatever contents the journal held were private and to open it constituted a violation of honor. The thought twisted like a knife in his gut. But, on the other hand, Boromir had always longed for a peak into y/n’s mind. For reasons he couldn’t quite articulate, Boromir knew that there was beauty there, if only he could access it. 

He hesitated for only a moment, casting a wary glance back towards the banquet hall. If y/n saw him, Boromir’s far-flung hopes would be dashed forever. No one was looking, and y/n had disappeared into the crowd. It was now or never.

Like a man dying of thirst, Boromir grabbed the journal greedily and cracked it open, his eyes roving the pages and drinking in the words. It was a journal, but so much more. There were smatterings of poetry: some of it original, Boromir deduced, but some of it copied down from y/n’s work in Minas Tirith’s library. Every so often, Boromir found a sketch. Most of it was of Minas Tirith, drawn from the vantage point of the mountains that rose up behind the city. A few horses, children, nondescript landscapes. They were beautiful renderings, detailed and delicate in the linework, incredibly lifelike. 

He continued to flip through the journal. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but in his eagerness to scour the entirety of the book he found he couldn’t focus on any one page for longer than a moment. 

Not until he found his own likeness staring out of the page up at him. 

Boromir recognized himself in y/n’s drawing immediately, although the pen-and-ink Boromir seemed finer somehow. Boromir’s heart pirouetted in his chest as he drank in the drawing, trying to decipher where it was that y/n’s drawing deviated from reality. Y/n had captured the line of his jaw perfectly, even the small scar above his right eyebrow. His hair was rough and unkempt looking, as if he’d just returned from a horseback ride, and he wore his simple fighting leathers. The eyes and lips were a perfect mirror to his own, but still there was something about the drawing… 

His eyes slid down the page to where, at the very bottom of the drawing, he saw a single line of small, impeccably neat handwriting:

A King in a long line of Stewards

Boromir felt the breath hitch in his throat. The sentiment was simple but beautiful, and it touched something very deep inside him. 

The feverish hunger to devour the journal’s contents in a single gulp from moments before slowed and dwindled to something much more tender. Boromir flipped the page slowly, the same neat handwriting covering the backside of the sheaf of paper where his portrait was drawn.

You must be a trick of the memory that the old gods are playing on me,

You travel with my love over plains, mountains and seas.

Your blue eyes are there when I close mine, 

Your voice chases me while I dream,

My heart cries out in the darkness for you,

The roots of the world shake with its scream. 

I’ll drown in this desire and choke on this need,

Say you’re mine once and I’ll fall to my knees.

Boromir read the lines more times than he could count, luxuriating in the words until he could hardly breathe. He knew y/n’s words when he heard them, although he’d never heard anything close to this. Never dared to hope that anything approximating this was in y/n’s heart. His mind danced with a misty light, his heart suffused with warmth. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, using the fading light of the banquet inside to read the lines over and over again until he had them memorized. 

At some point he surfaced from his reverie, his heart beating erratically against his ribs. He stood up from where he’d sat against the railing, smoothing the front of his tunic and the sides of his hair. With a final inhale, he strode off purposefully, weaving through the thinning crowd of Gondor’s nobility, ignoring their greetings. He didn’t hesitate until he found himself standing in front of y/n’s door. Shakily, unsure of what he was about to say, he knocked twice. 

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You heard two soft knocks at your door. You glanced at the moon outside, surprised that anyone would pay you a visit this late. It was nearing midnight, you guessed. There was a fluttery feeling in your chest coupled with a pit in your stomach that you hadn’t been able to soothe with either tea or a warm bath. You felt as if you were losing your mind by inches. You’d spent your entire life, more or less, in Boromir’s home and you’d crossed his path hundreds of times before. Why now were you suddenly undone like a smitten child? Your feelings for him weren’t new, so why were you abruptly unable to control them?

You tried to push those thoughts from your mind as you crossed your chamber and unlatched your door. You suspected it would be Teithand, the master scribe. On rare occasions he gave you a special assignment and made a habit of visiting your private chambers to discuss the details of these duties at all hours of the day or night. 

But the figure darkening your doorway wasn’t dressed in the long, cream robes of a scribe, but instead in the formalwear of Gondorian nobility. 

Boromir smiled at you, and the sight of him, leaning casually against your door frame and close to you set your heart ablaze again. The thoughts you’d tenuously strung together shattered and your breath hitched in your throat. 

When you saw the small journal clutched in the High Warden’s hands, however, your stomach fell into your feet. Horror and something deeper than shame consumed you in an instant. 

You hardly had time to process what was happening before Boromir stepped into your chamber confidently. He tossed your journal onto the bed behind you, his now empty hands coming to the small of your back and the side of your face as he caught your lips with his.

You froze. You’d lost all semblance of coherent thought. The whiplash of emotions had left you feeling terrified. Thankfully, your body reacted faster than either your head or your heart. 

As if you’d done it a thousand times before, your lips moved in sync with Boromir’s and your hands tangled in the thick strands of his auburn hair. You gave yourself over to instinct as your mind dissolved under the pressure of his lips. His breath washed over you - warm and ragged - as the two of you pressed your bodies against each other, eager to melt together in the quiet dark of your chamber. His hands roamed over you, tentatively at first, but faster and firmer as you responded to his touch with neediness. You heard a small, desperate groan escape from the back of his throat; the sound of it almost sent you catapulting over the edge of the logic. 

You caught yourself in the instant before you lost all control of yourself, breaking the kiss and pulling back just enough to catch his eyes. 

“Boromir, what is thi-”

“I’m yours,” he whispered back, cutting you off with his words followed by another kiss. This time his lips refused to stay contained to yours. He tipped your head back, exposing your neck to him as his mouth moved along its length. The places where his lips connected with your skin burned like a brand. You felt a heat building deep inside your core. 

“I’m yours, Y/N” he said again. This time it was him who had the sense to pull away. You were panting, and you would have been self-conscious if it weren’t for the fact that he too was on the verge of gasping. His hands came to either side of your face, framing them as his eyes bored into yours. 

“Aren’t you…” Boromir’s question died on his lips, replaced by an impish grin. He raised an eyebrow at you, his eyes moving between your face and the ground beneath your feet. Between the confusion starting to coalesce in your head (what the hell is going on? the rational part of you screamed) and your body alight with desire, you didn’t have enough wherewithal to decipher his meaning. 

“Aren’t I what?” you asked dumbly. A sliver of anxiety spliced its way into your chest… maybe what you were seeing in Boromir’s eyes was just the neediness of a lord looking at someone he knew was game for a tumble in bed, and not the mirror image of your satisfaction at the fulfillment of a long-denied devotion. 

“Going to fall to your knees,” Boromir replied, placing a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. It was almost a question, as if he were asking you. The brazenness of his request startled you, but the heat in your core blazed in response. There was also something familiar about his words…

“In your journal… you wrote, ‘say you’re mine once and I’ll fall to my knees’… I’ve said it twice now, and yet here you stand.” He chuckled softly, his lips dancing along your jaw and over your cheeks as you tried to catch up to his meaning. 

Then, like a clap of thunder, it clicked. The poem. You’d written it over a year ago, the night after Boromir had left Minas Tirith with a garrison of Gondor’s guards to ride to an outpost at the southern border. You’d almost forgotten your words - you’d written so many of them, all of them for him. 

You let you a small laugh in surprise and a hint of embarrassment.

“Didn’t anyone tell you it was rude to read another’s writings, my Lord?” You emphasized the last two words, shooting him a wicked smile as you made good on your written promise and sank to your knees in front of him. Your fingers went to work on the lacing of his trousers, the urgency of the moment rekindling between you. Boromir caught your chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to catch his gaze. He looked breathtaking, standing over you. A King in a long line of Stewards, you thought as you drank in the sight of him. 

“Call me Boromir,” he said simply. “I won’t have you calling me ‘my Lord’ for the rest of our days together.” His tone was casual, but you could hear the intention of his words. You hesitated only momentarily before returning to the task at hand. You broke into a smile, wide and triumphant, and although your attention was focused elsewhere, Boromir’s expression matched yours exactly…

[rivendell-poet]

Hii! I just wanted to tell you how much I love your writing! ✨

Do you have any WIPs, so I don’t accidentally request something you’re already working on?

(first I'm so sorry this has sat in my inbox for so long-)

Aww, thanks so much! And yes, I have a... 3 page long document of just requests. Here they are in sparknotes form :

Oneshots :

Frodo X OCD!Reader (would welcome help writing a convincing spiral without triggering people)

Astarion X Reader - showing him his reflection for the first time

Dark!Aragorn X Reader - "I'm not jealous, you're just mine."

Legolas X Reader - "Do you have to make my job so difficult, your royal highness?"

Sherlock X Dancer!Reader

Elladan X Reader - “The last thing I want is to see you hurt”

Merry X sam's younger sibling!Reader

Scenario chapters :

Seriously injured

Coming back after a battle

Headcanons :

Fellowship X Reader - Losing a family member

Thorin's Company X Reader - First kiss

Fellowship x Reader - Period pain/bleeding

(Various) Elves X Reader - Naturally affectionate before courtship

SFW Alphabet :

Faramir

Boromir

Gimli

[itstimeforstarwars]

For the wip title game, the Bacta War oneshot and/or Faramir and Feemor? 💜

The Bacta War Oneshot

Takes place directly after Three Jedi. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan get involved in the Stark-Hyperspace War (also known as the Bacta War). Obi-Wan meets Quinlan, and it goes great! Savage shows up and meets Quinlan, it does not go so great. This one may or may not end up being in the canon One Hundred Hours series, depending on what I end up doing with Savage in the last few chapters.

"Why are you so hostile towards our other padawan?" Master Koon asked.

"Quinlan Vos--" Savage spat.

But he swallowed whatever he was going to say, clenching his fists and sending a hateful glare at Quinlan, who glanced up, clearly feeling the ill-will.

Savage growled slightly.

"He is irrelevant to this situation," Savage gritted out. "I will not harm him while I am here."

Faramir and Feemor

This one is a crossover with Lord of the Rings lmao. Feemor, Xanatos, and Qui-Gon end up getting teleported to Middle Earth. They don't speak the language, except for a very tiny bit of Elvish that Feemor knows from being a nerd about an obscure fantasy opera called The Tragedy of Arwen Evenstar. Feemor ends up alone, and is found by Faramir, who is trying to decide if he's a spy or not. Xanatos and Qui-Gon end up with the Fellowship. Qui-Gon and Gandalf are delighted with each other. Xanatos is not having a good time, but Pippin is trying his best anyway. Feemor quickly finds out that he does not care for horses at all, which sucks, because he's about to be on horses a lot for the forseeable future. Qui-Gon gets a warg. Eowyn gets a lightsaber.

@thefoundationproject was the one who convinced me into starting this fic, and one day I will actually finish it. I've been working on it for four years but. the key point is that I am working on it lmao.

[emyn-arnens]

End of Year Fic Recs

Tagged by @grey-gazania @thescrapwitch @dreamingthroughthenoise—thank you!

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Oneshots

I'm cheating and doing 10 oneshots because I haven't had the spoons for reading longfics the past couple years. Hoping to change that this next year!

The Aching by @searchingforserendipity25 (G, Maedhros & Celegorm & Curufin, <1k). Maedhros in the aftermath of Finrod's death. Seren wrote this for me, and I have so much love for this exploration of Maedhros' grief over his cousin's death.

A Missive in all Goodwill by @actual-bill-potts (G, Finrod, Galadriel, and Thingol, 3.3k). Finrod tries to forestall the growing tensions in Doriath and Nargothrond. It's devastating. I love it.

Bitter Was Their Parting by @dreamingthroughthenoise (G, Arwen & Elrond, 2.2k). Arwen and Elrond bid each other farewell for the last time. Alantie wrote this for me earlier this year, and I'm still not over it.

Elegies Unwritten by nonisland (T, Éowyn & Merry, <1k). Éowyn and Merry on the road to Pelennor Fields. Éowyn and Merry's relationship is one of my favorite LOTR friendships, and this fic depicts it so well.

For One Year, One Day, of the Flame by @cuarthol (T, Aegnor/Andreth, 1.8k). A beautiful fix-it fic for these two, featuring an older Andreth and an Aegnor who is every bit in love with her as he was when she was young.

Things Yet to Be by @polutrope (G, Finrod & Turgon, 1.4k). Polutrope wrote this for me as a gift, and I love this glimpse of how Finrod wrestled with his foresight even as a child. It's also a very sweet look at Finrod and Turgon's relationship as children.

Threads by @slightnettles (G, Finduilas & Orodreth's wife & Edhellos, 1k). A wonderful depiction of Finduilas' foresight and her relationship with her mother and Edhellos.

Too Burdened to Fly by @hobbitwrangler (G, Finduilas of Dol Amroth, 3k). A beautiful exploration of Finduilas' thoughts in her final moments. It wrecked me in the best way.

What Lies Beyond the End by @melestasflight (G, Maglor, <1k). A beautiful depiction of Maglor casting away his Silmaril and choosing to live, with absolutely stunning imagery.

your veins are empty of dust by @echo-bleu (G, Nerdanel, Anairë, Eärwen, Finrod, and Maglor, 1.7k). An absolutely devastating exploration of Nerdanel's grief as she receives news of her husband's and sons' deaths, as well as those of Anairë's and Eärwen's children.

Oldies

Across the Gulf by Antiheld (T, Aegnor/Andreth, 3.1k). Andreth visits Aegnor one last time. One of my favorite fics ever; I've probably contributed to half of its hits.

A Few Good Years to Spend by @verecunda (G, Aegnor/Andreth, 4.8k). A beautifully written Aegnor/Andreth fix-it fic with the happy ending they deserve. I love it to pieces.

The Courtship of Lady Éowyn by @starry-mantle (T, Éowyn/Faramir, Merry, and all the rest of the hobbits, 7k). If you've followed me for any length of time, you've probably seen me rec this fic again and again, and it's because I can't get enough of it. Perfect characterizations all around.

Nine Fingers by Prackspoor (G, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, 6.3k). Wonderfully chilling fic featuring Frodo and his friends on their return to the Shire and a mysterious stranger they encounter upon the outskirts of the Barrow-downs. It has some of the best slow-build horror I've ever read in a fic.

The Swallow by rhymer23 (G, Merry & Pippin & Éomer, 4.3k). Very touching and moving depiction of Merry and Pippin's final journey to Rohan to visit Éomer on his deathbed. A delicate, deft portrayal of aging and mortality.

Mine

As the Hare Flees Before the Wolf (T, Celegorm & Eöl, 1.8k). Curufin is not the only son of Fëanor Eöl meets upon the plains of Himlad.

in the hills of dorthonion (G, Aegnor/Andreth, 4.1k). The first meeting of Aegnor and Andreth and the beginning of their relationship.

Over Seas of Starlight (G, Frodo & Gandalf, 3.7k). On the journey West, Frodo discovers Gandalf's true nature and learns of the country that will soon be his home.

West, West Away (G, Sam & Thranduil, 3.6k). Sam meets an unlikely kindred spirit on the journey West.

when the cold wind rolls in from the north (G, Andreth, 1k). As the Bragollach rages, Andreth waits.

I'm late to this and can't remember who's already done this, so I tag everyone who's been tagged here and hasn't done this yet.

[maironsbigboobs]

End of Year Fic Recs!

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

I wasn't tagged by anyone, but I can't resist the chance to share some faves:

Multi-Chapter Fics/Series

Reconcillation – by @transmairon –  T, Sauron/Celebrimbor, ongoing – Fourth Age Sauron facing the consequences of his actions and trying to reintergrate himself with the world. I cannot wait to see Celebrimbor’s reaction to meeting him again.

From Mother to Daughter – by Galenfea – Gen, 5k – The fiber arts passed down through the generations. This is the kind of topic I love; a peek into the everyday lives of elves.  I loved the world-building!

companions in shipwreck – by spellworth – T, multiple, ongoing – An exploration of canon of female characters. I love this one, wonderful writing and creatvity – especially when writing about characters where canon gives them a name at most.

Haunted, Hunted  - by @imakemywings – T, Elwing & Maedhros, 9.3k - Elwing goes for a walk in the woods… This one is so cool, I loved the fairytale elements and Elwing’s horror was palpable!

dye me, nocturne – by @solmarillion – T, Daeron/Maglor, 12k – Darron finds a stranger on the shore and they get talking. I love how messy Maglor is here, trying to get what he wants out of Daeron, and how raw this fic was in the grief and bitterness in these two exiles at the end of the First Age.

Single Chapter Fics/Oneshots

elvenkings – by @meadowlarkx– Gen, 1.5k – A look through history at Menegroth’s fall. This one had me sobbing, it’s so beautiful and full of tragedy.

Bow and Helm and Hand –  by @jouissants – E, Beleg/Mablung/Túrin, 3.5k – Mablung joins Beleg and Túrin on the marches. Very sexy and filled with wonderful characterisation and delicious hints of angst and foreboding.

Echo of the Music – by @starspray– Gen, Thingol/Melian, 471 – A sweet look at Melian and Thingol’s relationship to each other, to art and to music (and the Music)

"…on a place of insecurity." – by @carlandrea – Gen, Thingol/Melian – This is one of my favourite Thingol/Melian fics, it’s so tender and Melian’s foreboding makes me so emotional.

At the Moment of Parting – by @daegred-winsterhand – T, Beleg/Túrin, 1.5k – Sweet and sad, Turin’s grief is so thick and real.

Pre 2023 Fics

The Gleaming Road – by melblue – E, Éomer/Faramir, 28k – Misunderstanding is a favourite trope of mine and it adds to the Drama here, with poor Eomer not knowing what Faramir is expecting from him. I don’t read a lot of LOTR era fics at the moment but this one is an old fave!

The Marchwardens – by roseofthebrightsea – Gen, Beleg, Mablung, Haldir etc, 6k – I love fics that are snippets of characters lives and this has some wonderful writing and sharp characterisation in short words.

A Challenge  – by @polutrope – M, Daeron/Maglor, 1.4k – The fic that got me into Daemags! Such a fun and entertaining fic!

Unkinged – by @arofili – E, Finwë/Miriel/Indis, 1k – Looove this, a beautiful moment between the three of them in a happier time.

The Gold Are Venomous – by @aipilosse – E, Sauron/Celebrimbor, 3.1k – I love Fourth Age silvergifting and I love mischievious Annatar is here, still up to no good after all this time… though Celebrimbor isn’t complaining (much) 😉Sexy and amusing.

My Fics

I risk my life to make my name – E, Galadriel/Melian, 10k – Gawain and the Green Knight AU. This was my first attempt at something multi-chaptered and I really like it still; it was fun to write and I am pretty pleased with how it turned out.

Starlight – M, Mablung, 944 – Mablung falls in Menegroth. This is was fun because I love angst and I liked playing with the structure with flashbacks.

Feast – Gen, Idril & Turgon, 1k – Idril reflects on her time on the Ice and how her father looked out for her. I love thinking about Idril & Turgon.

Reunion – Gen, Andróg & Andvir, 858 – Andvir finds his father in the wilds. I am never not thinking about the Gaurwaith.

Jealous Kiss –  Gen, Celebrimbor/Sauron, 370 – Annatar teases Tyelpe. I love it when Annatar causes problems on purpose.

[starsuncounted]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @bywayofmemory!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 82.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 128,198.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently, LOTR, Silmarillion, Narnia, and Timeless. I'd like to get back to writing Turn fics, though. I have a couple ideas for oneshots that have been rattling around in my brain.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

winter-touched, frost-bitten (Spinning Silver, T, Miryem/the Staryk Lord, 1.1k): A missing scene in which Miryem strikes a new bargain with the Staryk Lord.

As the Hare Flees Before the Wolf (Silmarillion, T, Eöl & Celegorm, 1.8k): Curufin is not the only son of Fëanor Eöl meets upon the plains of Himlad. Or, Eöl meets Celegorm while pursuing Aredhel and Maeglin, and things go very badly for him.

Here at Journey's End (LOTR, G, Frodo & Legolas, 1.6k): They stay for those they love.

West, West Away (LOTR, G, Sam & Thranduil, 3.6k): Sam meets an unlikely kindred spirit on the journey West.

and I will love with urgency, but not with haste (Silmarillion, T, Andreth/Aegnor, 3.1k): A summer evening spent in a glade near the shores of the Aeluin.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yep! It may take me a while, but I always do. The only exceptions are for cryptic comments that I don't understand and have no idea what to reply with.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Lol. Lmao, even. At least half of my fics are nothing but angst. So...*spins wheel* Let's go with darkness lies on the foaming waves between us (LOTR, G, Arwen & Celebrían & Elwing, 1k), in which Arwen shares the news of her choice with her mother.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I do actually have a couple fics that would qualify for this (shocking, I know), but I have a special place in my heart for And There Make a Garden (LOTR, G, Éowyn, <1k). Éowyn finally being happy and content is everything to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not since I returned to fandom in 2020 and started posting on AO3 (unless some of those aforementioned cryptic comments are badly worded hate). But I did get the occasional hateful comment back when I posted on FFN.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Occasionally and it's very vanilla.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Never written one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I must be loyal to my thirteen-year-old self and say Faramir/Éowyn, my forever OTP.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I really would like to finish And Every Winter Turn to Spring (Turn, Anna/Hewlett), but I don't think I can rekindle the same enthusiasm I had for it during the height of my Turn fixation in 2020/2021. That, and I'm sure that if I were to pick it up again, I'd want to tear it apart and fix it up because it was one of the first fics I started writing after a years-long break from fic writing, and I'm certain I'd be embarrassed by parts of it now. And doing heavy editing like that feels overwhelming right now.

16. What are your writing strengths? Usually characterization and description, but I've been having trouble with my descriptions lately, and in a very strange twist, dialogue has—for the first time ever—been easier for me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plots. You will be getting no 100k+ longfics from me. Sorry. Oneshots or bust.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I only use other languages when writing Tolkien fic and do so sparingly and always with translations in the author notes. All phrases are yoinked from RealElvish.net because I can't be assed to put Elvish sentences together myself. Sorry JRRT.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LOTR. A couple of ancient fics that have never and will never see the light of day.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? It changes by the day, but I am very fond of On These Hither Shores (LOTR, G, Frodo & Boromir, 3.2k). It took a while to come together, but I'm so happy with how it turned out and that I finally achieved my goal of writing Frodo and Boromir getting to know each other before everything went to hell in a handbasket.

Tagging @tortoisesshells @boltlightning @aloveforjaneausten @dreamingthroughthenoise if you'd like to do this!

[streets-in-paradise]

Lord of the Rings Masterlist

Oneshots  

Courage - (Platonic) Eowyn x (Fem)Gondorian!Reader 

Secret Presents - (Platonic) Faramir x Sister!Reader, (Platonic) Boromir x Sister!Reader 

Work of Love - Sam Gamgee x (Fem)Hobbit!Reader

[iknowimdespicableme]

Whatever the opposite of a writer’s block is, I have it and now I want to write like nobody’s business. So! Those who come across this, feel free to throw me a request!

Key -

Type of writing

Oneshot 🌻, Word Vomit 🌿, Poem 🍂, Analysis 🥀

How the character is related to the work

Perspective character 🌕, Main Character 🌖, Central Side Character 🌗, Peripheral Side Character 🌘, Mentioned Character 🌑

I will write prompts including:

Rings of Power

- Young Galadriel

- Young Sauron

- Young Elrond

- Durin

- Disa

- Young Gandalf

- Nori Brandyfoot

- Arondir

- Bronwyn

The Hobbit

- Thorin Oakenshield

Voice like a drum, love like a melody 🌻🌖

- Bilbo Baggins

Voice like a drum, love like a melody🌻🌕

- Gandalf the Grey

- Any members of the company, just may need to do some extra research and it will be delayed a tad

-Thranduil

-Bard the Bowman

Lord of the Rings

-Gandalf the White

- Aragorn

- Legolas Greenleaf

- Gimli

- Frodo Baggins

- Samwise Gamgee

- Pippin Took

- Merry Brandybuck

- Boromir

- Faramir

- Eowyn

- Eomer

- Theoden

Dream SMP

- C!Tommy

A Lighthouse and a Void 🥀🌑

- C!Tubbo

A Lighthouse and a Void 🥀🌖

- C!Philza

A Lighthouse and a Void 🥀🌑

- C!Karl

Flame🍂🌑

- C!Ranboo

A Lighthouse and a Void🥀🌖

- C!Technoblade

- C!Quackity

Flame🍂🌖

- C!Charlie

Flame🍂🌗

-C!Fundy

In and Out (Of Sync)🌿🌕

-C!Wilbur (I will not write about him again, but I am proud of the work I have done with him)

Life Before You🌿🌕

Flame🍂🌗

In and Out (Of Sync)🌿🌑

If asked, I can also talk about my oc’s:

Searing, Scorching, Blistering

Modern Fantasy

Wherein two brothers attempting to lay low from their oppressive colonizers get swept into a underground society consisting of heists, blackmailing, and corruption. As they navigate their relationship with each other and themselves, could they learn to trust again?

- Wiljem

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Taher

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Liizesk

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Rahn

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Aire

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Jeb

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Tirakem

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

Apprentices!

Semi-Satire Fantasy

In a world long after the dark lord evil thing gets destroyed, it is a rite of passage to go on a journey to mark the end of their apprenticeship, mirroring the tales of old. But, is there any real quests left? 5 apprentices and their resident exhausted chaperone expect nothing when they set out on a simple transportation mission. However, there is something deeper brewing within their adventure.

- Aminah

- Ikal

- Ruaridh

- Xhemal

- Dumi

- Aglaia

- Linh

- Yati

- Iustus

- Folayan

- Ailean

- Ix Kaknab

- Phiesak

[random-imagines-blog]

Lord of the Rings Masterlist

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient! 

⭐ contains smut

Legolas

Oneshots

Prove You Wrong {Legolas Oneshot}

Imagines

Imagine volunteering to be part of the Fellowship just to annoy Legolas.

Imagine Legolas spotting you’re in trouble.

Imagine trying to sneak up on Legolas but he senses your presence.

Aragorn

Oneshots

Taking Pain in Large Doses

A Different Canvas ⭐

Imagines

Imagine being injured in battle and Aragorn taking care of you.

Imagine singing songs with Pippin and Merry, and catching Aragorn’s attention.

Imagine Aragorn coming home to you, bringing you your favorite exotic food.

Imagine being Legolas’s ex but falling for Aragorn.

Imagine Aragorn hearing news that you are betrothed to another.

Gimli

Imagines

Imagine Gimli coming across you in the Mines of Moria.

Boromir

Imagines

Imagine spending your afterlife with Boromir.

Imagine finding yourself in Middle Earth, and becoming close to Faramir and Boromir.

Imagine Boromir taking you home after a battle.

Imagine telling Boromir that you’re pregnant with twins.

 Merry

Imagines

Imagine Merry thinking you’re someone from the fairytales he heard growing up.

Imagine Merry swearing to protect your life with his.

Imagine trying to get Merry’s attention but he’s too busy eating to notice.

Imagine Merry trying to impress you by proving he’s taller than Pippin.

Pippin

Oneshots

A Moment Sometimes

Starfall

Behind the Crimson Door

Imagines

Imagine living with Pippin in The Shire and he brings in a surprise pet one day.

Imagine being put in charge of Pippin.

Imagine Pippin receiving the news that you’ve been injured in battle.

Imagine causing mischief with Pippin.

Frodo

Oneshots

Jenny of Oldstones

Imagines

Imagine Frodo teaching you things he had learned on his adventures.

Imagine taking care of Frodo when he has nightmares after his adventure.

Samwise Gamgee

Oneshots

Imagines

Eomer

Oneshots

Fallen

The Dream

Tip My Helmet

Under the Rose

Imagines

Imagine Eomer seeing you swimming nude.

Imagine Eomer growing angry with the other Riders of Rohan for getting close to you.

Imagine braiding Éomer‘s hair while he sleeps.

Imagine Eomer not being happy that you took Merry under your wing.

Imagine Eomer catching you imitating his speeches.

Faramir

Oneshots

Waiting

We

Personal

The Way Back

Gathering Light

Imagines

Imagine tending to Faramir’s wounds.

Imagine Faramir catching you talking to an ex.

Imagine finding yourself in Middle Earth, and becoming close to Faramir and Boromir.

Imagine Faramir thinking he’ll have to spend his birthday alone.

Imagine always tripping over Faramir’s armor.

Imagine Faramir tickling you.

Imagine Faramir taking care of you while you’re sick.

Haldir

Oneshots

Tonight Tonight

Imagines

Imagine being a bard, and impressing Haldir.

Thranduil

Oneshots

The Bad Place

The Sky is Falling

All the Love

Seeing Stars  

Imagines

Imagine enjoying a rainy day with Thranduil. 

Imagine Thranduil being entranced  by your sleeve tattoo.

Imagine meeting Thranduil to build a bridge between your elven colonies. 

Thorin Oakenshield

Oneshots

Over

Imagines

Imagine Thorin coming across your sketchbook.

 Fili

Imagines

Oneshots

Kili

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine catching Kili staring at you.

Imagine Kili helping you to button your dress before a feast.

Imagine Kili realizing you’re no longer by his side.

Imagine making Kili lose a bet.

Elrond

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being an elf from a place Elrond had never heard of before.

 Bilbo

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine attempting to entice Bilbo on another adventure.

Imagine packing Bilbo’s bag for him before he leaves.

 Bard the Bowman

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Bard the Bowman finding out that you’re one of the few witches in Middle Earth.

 Tauriel

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Tauriel being unable to ease your pain.

Galadriel

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine seeing Galadriel under the light of the Full Moon.

Imagine being an emotional human who falls for Galadriel, a cold elf.

Fellowship in General

Oneshots

The Wild

Imagines

Imagine being a fire mage and being part of the Fellowship.

Imagine the fellowship seeing your face for the first time.

Imagine having a skill with enchantment magic, and joining the fellowship.

[lady-of-imladris]

Ten Sentence Thursday

I have FINALLY managed to write something! It's a new WIP, but it's only a oneshot so it's fine.

So it is time for another round of @somebirdortheother and lady-of-imladris WIP ping pong! That means YOU @somebirdortheother are getting tagged again. I am also tagging @coraleethroughthelookingglass because I want more Cel/Gal/Hal smut (do we have a name for this ship?)

I am currently writing a sweet and funny little fic about what would have happened if Theoden survived and met Faramir. Theoden "I have to immediately adopt this person" King of Rohan and Faramir "my dad wanted to kill me" Prince of Ithilien would get along SO WELL. Plus, I needed Theoden to be alive to see Eowyn happy. He loved her so much. And Theoden and Merry need to smoke weed together (they planned that in the books but never got to do it). Snippet under the cut.

“Master Brandybuck,” Théoden addressed the Hobbit, whom he counted among his dear friends, “you do not happen to know this Faramir, do you?” Merry sat down in the chair next to Théoden’s bed. “I do know him, he and my cousin Pippin are good friends. Although technically he’s Prince Faramir now I suppose. Strider will announce that soon.” “Strider?” he inquired. “You know him, tall fellow, fancy sword, has an army of ghosts-” “Aragorn? The King of Gondor?” “Yes, that one.”

[necrobratz]

Lifted Weight

➴ Trans Faramir Oneshot

Boromir decides to rid his little brother of the too-long nuisance that resides on his head.

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A 1k word trans joy fic with purely fluff and comfort. Boromir is a good big brother :)

[ass-deep-in-demons]

✦ demons writes fanfiction ✦

Lord of the Rings:

Under Our Darkening Skies - A peek into Boromir's life before the War of the Ring. Ch. 1 - Boromir's Day in Minas Tirith; Ch. 2 - Defense of Osgiliath. Here's some related Boromir headcanons.

Seeing White - a slice of life comedy with Faramir, Boromir and Eomer, rated G, oneshot.

Healing Touch - Boromir x OC, awkward bedsharing, canon setting, rated T+, oneshot.

Speaking Tongues - Boromir x OC, smut, canon setting, rated E (minors DNI!), oneshot. Link to some bcg-info.

A Song of Ice and Fire:

Never the Same River - Ned x Catelyn Stark, Nedcat Week 2024, prompt "I want you to feel at home".

requests: CLOSED

I'm DeepInDemons on AO3 and FF.net

[last update: 21 Nov 2024]

[rivendell-poet]

(this event is now closed)

*･༓˚✧ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭! ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧

Hi! This is a new thing for everyone this Halloween; I'm doing /Reader trick or treating. Long requests take a while, so instead I'm going to try and do as many 'treats' as I can.

What is a treat? A treat is a short oneshot, that's generally around 100-200 words.

How can I get a treat? Send me a request (via asks) that you want one. They can be vaguely customisable but I'd prefer nothing more than 10-ish words for your actual request.

For example : Aragorn/Reader, fluff, a kiss -OR- Faramir/Reader, Modern AU, can they be trick-or-treating?

Please be as detailed (within limits) or vague as you want. Just want a fluff fic & no specific character? Just send in 'trick or treat! Fluff!'. Want a character and nothing else? Send in 'trick or treat! Frodo!'

(Not sure if I'll take your request? Here's my larger masterlist for requests)

Happy trick-or-treating